

“Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.”
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“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple;
garlands from window to window; golden chains
from star to star, and I dance.”
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“Life starts briefly waits for death.”
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“Truly to sing, that is a different breath.”
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